Cold, cold voice, cold face, Gojo is just cold towards you. Not once has his tone ever softened around you, not once has he ever smiled at you.

Recently, you hurt yourself from cooking, a light burn mark on your arm.

You’re walking past Gojo to get to your room before he bump into you, the side where you were burnt. You hiss in pain and he raises an eyebrow before looking down at your arm.

“What happened to you?.” His tone was a bit softer than usual, sounding almost worried.